When the envoy's beams were swallowed by the slime, it didn't follow up. It just… stopped.
The Angel's breath hitched.
Why?
She scanned the envoy's expression, but its non-expressive face betrayed nothing. No confusion. No concern.
Her thoughts spiraled. Why did it stop?! Why wasn't it attacking again? What was it waiting for?
A cold sense of unease gnawed at her.
Both the Devil and the slime were unrecognizable; their form was a disfigured junction of slime that bubbled and slithered as if the two became a concoction of the most sinister fusion.
The surface of the creature rippled unnaturally, limbs rising and dissolving at random.
Then that was when the substance finally began to settle. Slowly a figure was emerging, rising to an upright position. But something was wrong. It was wrong.
